I read the word solace
in a novel and look at it hardfor the first time.
The word reminds me
of a thin, single pane of glass
in an old farmhouse.
It rattles in storms.
It could crack at any time.
Spiders nest against it.
Solace is a window. It
does let light into the attic
of grief. But not enough.
hans ostrom 2023
